the manifestation of the CGIL play the MCR. I am in Rome and going to see them.
When I get there this new secretary who shoots from the microphone into the crowd anger: a long list of injustices, tragedies, disasters, caused by evil men who want to destroy good that the people must unite against the bad men. He preaches from the pulpit in medieval style clerical.
The working people, much more intelligent and hardened his secretary, just listen, it approffita to talk about the nasty business with those close to her, and occasionally some applause square routine. Only a fraction of infected and neurotically clericosegretaria and barks.
But eventually the matter changes: the secretary goes to the applause conventional and passes to the concert. The people awake. He turns to the stage and begins to asoltare. Then to move, then applauding, and then to jump and dance. Not all, but almost. Beautiful, yes, very very nice.
And then I wonder: where is The protest in anger or celebration? Where is the involvement, in anger or in music? Where is the power: in anger or in the up?
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